Constantly wearing socks indoors is very ladylike (or "good" for people who are scared away by gendered language). Putting socks on immediately after showering and drying off is the only way that you can know for sure, when your head hits the pillow and your feet hit the end part of the bed, that you are not tracking dust or dirt inside. I don't mind how many pairs of socks I go through in a week.
Every night when I tuck into bed, I look forward to the little ritual of removing my socks with my feet. Thereās something so satisfying about the sensation of foot to blanket that isnāt achieved if you just pop into bed barefoot. Itās also like a little challenge - how does the dexterity of one food compare to the other. Difficulty also varies depending on sock height. Some days I go right sock off first, others left.
This also creates the unique situation of a massive reservoir of socks at the bottom of the bed.
Who can relate?
You should Literally never regret getting a truth off your chest. The people around you deserve to know and you will feel less alone when you introduce them to something youāve kept close. Like hereās something Iāve been ruminating on, hereās my impression, hereās my little friendā¦
Honesty is good
My mom is not a hardened career woman. When I was growing up it was difficult for me to understand how hard she worked precisely because there was no work/life balance for her. She never turned off. I will always remember her as I saw her on weekday mornings in elementary school: Glasses, hair up, Atkins bar, nightie that read āDonāt wake the bearā. I donāt think she was ever more beautiful than she is in her work uniform.
Language / emergent slang, decor, running/cardio, forcing the people you love to watch a weird movie they have zero interest in, Philip Seymour Hoffman, James Gandolfini